This is a song about "Og mith"

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Always stay straped is what my og told me

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Told him don't touch my og kush it's better than your keef

I don't fear death

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

And you don't know how it feels to be a og

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

I get my cake; i love hip hop

You can beat me cuz' i'm the og

You see him as a god

Now you know that im the og

Im like whats up, he says your too much of a og for this place, now leave before i smack your face,

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase